The three of them chatted as they walked, and before they knew it, they arrived at the rented courtyard.
Once inside, Zhao Jing grabbed Chen Wanqing's hand and led her straight toward the west wing.
De'an had only looked down for a moment to pull at a loose thread. When he looked up again, Zhao Jing had already led his sister into the room.
Then, with an arrogant SLAM, the door slammed shut right in his face.
De'an cursed, "Fuck!" He ran to Zhao Jing's door and started pounding on it. "Zhao Jing, what are you doing?! Let my sister go! Zhao Jing, you—"
The door was pulled open from the inside, revealing Zhao Jing's very annoyed, handsome face.
"You're disturbing us."
The corner of De'an's mouth twitched. "Disturbing my ass! You let my sister out, and see if I come looking for you again!"
"That's my wife! De'an, have some sense and stop bothering us." SLAM!
"Hey! I... you... Zhao Jing, fuck your ancestors! Zhao Jing, it's broad daylight!"
